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Chapter 5

Emily Prentiss sat up, her head pounding. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. She was in a basement, that much she could tell. Brick walls, one staircase, and a high window on top of a ledge. No way out except the stairs. Emily looked up at the pipe above her head, which her hands were chained to. She inched over to look up the staircase and saw a metal door with multiple locks. Even if she could get out of the chains she wouldn't get out of the door. He was smart. She would give him that. How she got here was another matter. Emily tried to think of the last thing she remembered.

Emily's mask was finally removed, as were the bonds on her hands. She sat up rubbing her wrists, sore from the hours they spent tied behind the chair, and examining her new surroundings. The car was parked in a driveway in front of a typical three-story house, a fence surrounding the yard.

"Where are we?" Emily asked cautiously.

After a moment Caleb answered, smiling over at her. "Welcome to the new house Em," he grabbed bags from the back before leading her towards the door. It was then that Emily saw her chance, with Caleb's trailing slightly behind her and his hand on the small of her back she could easily get out. She hoped.

Emily turned, elbowing Caleb in the stomach before starting to run. "You little bitch!" Caleb screamed running after her. Emily ran by the side of the car that Caleb had backed in minutes earlier when Caleb saw his chance. He wasn't going to let her get away. He sped up and ran to the side of her, pushing her onto the hood. Her head slammed against the metal and the last thing she saw before it went dark was Caleb's arrogant smirk.

"Why am I here Caleb?" Emily spat out.

"I've told you this already Em," he started, placing his left hand on her cheek, causing her to recoil. The wrong thing to do. His left hand fell limply to his side while his right hand reached back before slapping her across the face, causing her head to fall back into the brick wall behind her. "You shouldn't have done that Emily," he sneered storming out of the room.

Emily slowly stood up, dizziness taking over. She fell to the ground again, losing consciousness.

"What did you find Baby Girl?" Derek Morgan answered his phone as he looked around Emily's apartment for any clue as to where she was taken or who took her.

"Well I looked at her phone records for the morning after her party because that's when you said that she started acting weird and everything-"

"Garcia, what did you find?" Morgan interrupted.

"Sorry, I was rambling but anyway a Michael Longmire called at 8:13, which should be your mystery caller,"

"Did you do a check on him?"

"Already ahead of you, but th-there's a problem,"

"What is it?"

"Michael Longmire died in a car crash seven years ago,"

"Michael Longmire, he was the one who called Emily," Morgan said, walking into the conference room, slamming his picture down onto the table.

"Why aren't we going to get him?" Reid asked, already on his way out of the door.

"Reid," Morgan said, putting a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"What?"

"Michael Longmire died seven years ago in a car crash,"

"Did you check his relatives or anything?" Reid asked, starting to panic. Without having a lead they couldn't find Emily.

"His wife died nine years before he did and he has one son, Caleb, but we already contacted him. He's currently living in Montana," Morgan sighed.

"So we're back to nothing," JJ said from across the room.

Emily stirred to a hand brushing hair away from her face. "Derek," she whispered, the touch feeling familiar to Morgan's that day in the woods. Words couldn't describe how much she missed him, and the rest of her team, right now.

"I'm sorry for earlier babe. I didn't mean it, it's just you made me so mad. You need to learn and to learn you need to be punished,"

"I'm not a dog," she snapped. "I don't need to be trained,"

Emily saw him draw in a sharp breath at her words before continuing. "See, that's the kind of behavior we need to fix. I should have taught you a lesson for saying that but I'll let that one go for now, okay?" he said before walking towards the stairs and grabbing a tray. "Eat," he commanded as he set down the tray, turning sharply on his heel and walking up the stairs.

1 day later:

"Hey Hotch," Morgan asked the Unit Chief.

"Yes?"

"Do you think we should at least bring Caleb in to ask about who might have had access to his dad's phone and anything else that comes up?"

"It won't hurt anything considering that we have no leads. Have Garcia call him and also have her check Prentiss' phone to see if it's on. He's evaded us this far so I doubt we'll get anything from it but it won't hurt to try,"

"We already checked her phone. It was sitting in her car at her apartment building. But I'll have her call Caleb right away," he said walking out of the room. "Um…I hate to be the one to ask this but…" he turned around facing Hotch. "H-How long do you think she has?"

"Emily's a fighter Morgan, just remember that,"

"Exactly, she's stubborn. She doesn't let anybody tell her what to do and doesn't do what she doesn't want to and it's already been more than 36 hours,"

"We already figured out that she knows who took her and he most likely wanted her for some fantasy and Emily knows how to act in these situations. She knows we're coming and she'll play along," 'Hopefully' Hotch thought to himself.

"Caleb Longmire?" Morgan asked as he walked into the conference room seeing a man with shaggy blond hair.

"That's me," he answered.

"Do you know who would have access to your dad's phone? Any enemies?"

"Not that I can think of. Everybody loved my dad. After he died my mom never changed the name on the phone records and I haven't thought of changing it after my mom died,"

"Okay, that's it, you can go," Morgan sighed.

"Can I ask what this is about?" he asked tentatively.

"My partner was taken and the last person to call her was a Michael Longmire, your dad,"

"Oh-well I hope you find her, I'm sorry I couldn't be much more of a help," he said walking out of the room. 'Oh how easy it is to trick the 'best' team of FBI profilers' Caleb thought walking out of the FBI building.

Emily screamed out in pain as Caleb slid the knife against the back of her calf. "Em, you know I didn't want to do this but you needed to learn your lesson," he said before walking up the stairs.

Emily felt across her newest cut. She had 'learned her lesson' many times in these past one and a half days. She had cuts scattered across her arms, legs, and stomach. 'Please find me guys, you're my only hope' she thought to herself. 'I don't know how much longer he's going to put up with me. Please'

A/N: Thanks for reading and thanks to Hallie again! Please R&R!